Soaring High

It’s easy to give up, it’s easy to quit. You have no other option, but to keep going. To just breathe, inhale, exhale and say one day , I will have my day. This day comes with the actions I take, the persistence I have, the platform I build and the focus. It is easy to let others wear you down systematically, their cruelty, their malice, their envy, yet stay in your own lane, on your own path, your focus will be your path to freedom. Excite yourself with vision , hope and take heed that you are more than potential, don’t let fear pursue you to the end of a chipped cliff. You have options, you have dreams, you have skills, utilise them. Let other people pick you apart if that’s the only way they can validate themselves, let them muse themselves with their own contempt, you are soaring and flying high, one day you will land on safe comfortable ground.

Self and the Shadow

He watched as i took bold steps severing the ties from my former shadow, I was not afraid any more, i would march into glory, the serpent would not rattle my skin, i would canvas this place with joy and the dimples of my delight. For much had changed. I had become a woman now, i was not afraid of him. Augustus eyed me with two lazy brown eyes , he quirked a brow as he leaned over the table in the small cafeteria. I should have been with Mack, or Ezra, yet i was here with suspicious Augustus, who had a way of seeing me right underneath the skin. “He been beating you huh?”
“Yeah,”i confessed. he rubbed a swollen finger over my soft green eye. It was black around the lid, half the girls would kill to be in my shoes, “sometimes,” he spoke cooly, “we beat on ourselves also.”

Missing ink

A stolen thought weeps in the cellar of a broken mans dreams, its need to belong to a changeling, escape the fiasco of a lost existence. dare i say this thought went astray, it needed a cushion it wanted to be a marvel like a dream. Jealous thought where are you now, on an island stranded missing existence, how will you find your way back somehow to reap the reward of supporting others with persistence.  It claws from its silent death, reflecting its wounds to an angry community, there i stood in the belly of change, selfish i was, i wanted immunity. For fear took me, and cast i aside, weeping like a baby dragged from its womb, i have risen from the tomb of a dull and colourless place.

Infinity calling

Awake in an oblivion, a master to myself, a creative compass i need little else, but to see with the eyes, that can pierce through glass, move with abundance of moses staff, a mind that transcends moon sun and sky, a mind as a weapon a tool to fly, for when the world saunters to embrace what cannot be kept, i am way beyond your common sense, whats catered in boxes , or nursed with a smile, it may take me a while, it may take me a while, but i am infinity.

Knowledge and all its compartment

Splinters, crackled glass, making shapes, im running fast, from shadows of fear that trickle like ink on a pallette, a canvas that is eager for the brush strokes of my creative mind. Creative mind come to me, come to me, so i can see, all the things hidden , beyond contempt, those eager boxes that dont make sense, unlock all the padlocks, with iron clad keys, slide open compartments, have knowledge on knees, for a bite of the apple,so tender and sweet, something delicious, to be trapped in my teeth.

Metamorphosis

Creative

Changing fiction,

stripping bare,

old thoughts that wear down,

tired hare.

Do i attempt to sprint , and run and hop, leap into my springtime, a buoyant bop

For winter can crucify the soul, each spear can pierce beyond control, the elixir of courage a fervent wine, delicious and heated around the limbs entwine.

As i strive for my higher self, embracing healing and nothing else, soon enough i will run and skip and hop, for this dream i will never stop.

The Divine

Faith

Divine timing, ecclesiastical faith , dare i wait,and summon with bait, calling with my creative song, those changes i required all along, a dream that never slumbers never sleeps, when i look at my reflection it sends me weak, for i am blessed in this skin, yet i still champion this need to win, a hungry lioness, with a bowl full of flesh not rotten morsels, that were hinged on a bet.

Verse of the man

verse of the man, strong in his stride, i am your eve, worlds can go hide, dare they arise and look upon with contempt, with resentment, and lack common sense. For here we are, a tribe of two, evolving into fiction, turning to glue, something the eyes, they never did see, something to marvel at
something so free.

A moment

With each prick of laughter, you turn your head away. Your attention has shifted now. The thorns have pricked you, like an electric current, have jerked and Spasmed jolting you into an unfamiliar reality. You do not like this terrain. You do not like those words which slide into bloodied sentences looking for casualty. You search my eyes, with your jewelled salt brown Gaze, it is an uneasy smile you prescribe, doctoring the rejection i feel. You tilt my chin up with your fingertip, and say in a baritone like warm chocolate steaming from mug, “i like different, different is good. You were enough.”

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